• I know who I am and what I am,
    But I will never understand why I am.
    Who I am is more than I could tell you in your lifetime
    What I am is a being around which motion does not exist
    My slightest touch will halt anything that moves
    I've never known human contact
    For my touch stops the beating of a heart
    And the flowing circuits in a brain
    Even air ceases to move when I walk
    The hot air, the cold air, it all just becomes air
    And I breathe it in
    It moves in me but not around me
    Feeding me against my will
    With the death of motion comes my eternal life
    I'm always growing yet never aging
    Unable to die, too afraid to live
    Forever living forever
    Forever dead to myself